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بخش ۴۹ - فی ذمِ حبّ الدّنیا و منع شرب الخمر / Section 49 - On the Condemnation of Love of the World and Prohibition of Drinking Wine

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

می همی خور کنون به بوی بهارباش تا بردمد ز گور تو خار
Drink wine now with the scent of spring,
Wait until thorns sprout from your grave.
ای چو فرعون شوم گردنکشاز ره آب رفته در آتش
O you who, like the wretched and rebellious Pharaoh,
Have gone into fire by the way of water.
چکنی در میان رنج خمارکار آبی که آتش آرد بار
Why do you undergo the suffering of a hangover,
Doing the work of water that bears the fruit of fire?
زان چنان خون که از لگد ریزندپس ز تابوت خم برانگیزند
From such blood as they shed by kicking,
And then raise from the coffin of the wine-vat.
نه که زنده شوی گزنده شویاز لگد مرده ای چه زنده شوی
You will not become alive, you will become stingingly harmful,
Dead from being trampled, how can you become alive?
چون چو شیران به کرد خود نچریهمچو روباه خون رز چه خوری
When you do not graze like lions on your own deeds,
Why do you drink the blood of the grape like a fox?
عشق بیرون برد ترا ز خودیبی خودی را بدان ز بیخردی
Love will take you out of yourself,
Know selflessness from brainlessness.
با خرد میل سوی مل چکنیسپر خار برگ گل چکنی
With intellect, why do you lean toward wine?
Why do you make the rose leaf a shield for thorns?
آنکه دارد خرد نخواهد ملوانکه باشد حزین نبوید گل
He who has intellect does not desire wine,
And he who is sorrowful does not smell the rose.
از پی هوش برمگردان میلخاصه مستی و خانه بر ره سیل
Do not turn your inclination away from consciousness,
Especially when drunk and the house is on the path of a flood.
چون براتی ندارد اندر رهلاشه خر را به دست دزد مده
Since it has no passport on the way,
Do not give the packhorse into the hand of a thief.
به بود خواجه را در این بازاروندرین گلشن و درین گلزار
It is better for the master in this market,
And in this flower garden and in this orchard,
کیسه خالی و شهر پر ماتمشرع خصم و ندیم نامحرم
To have an empty purse and a city full of mourning,
The Sacred Law as adversary and the companion uninitiated.
کوی پر دزد و زو بعست و پریتو همی کوک و کو کنار خوری
The street full of thieves, demons, and spirits,
While you eat wild lettuce and poppy capsules.
حزم خود کن که دزدت از خانه استخازنت خاینست و بیگانه است
Be cautious, for your thief is from inside the house,
Your treasurer is a traitor and a stranger.
تا کی از خویشتن کمی بودندلت نگرفت ز آدمی بودن
How long will you remain diminished from your true self?
Are you not weary of being human?
اندرین سور پر ز شور و شغبدل پر از غم نشین و مهر به لب
In this feast full of noise and clamor,
Sit with a heart full of grief and a seal on your lips.
باده خوردی ولیک باهی نهدوغ خوردی ولیک با کینه
You drank wine, but there was no lust,
You drank buttermilk, but with malice.
چون شدی مست هستی ای سادهخیک باده چو خاک افتاده
When you became drunk with existence, O simpleton,
The wineskin fell like dust.
چکنی باده کاندرین فرسنگبار شیشه است و ره یخ و خر لنگ
Why do you drink wine, when in this league
The cargo is glass, the path is ice, and the donkey is lame?
خر لنگ ضعیف و بار گرانمنزلت سنگلاخ و تو حیران
A weak, lame donkey and a heavy load,
The destination rocky and you bewildered.
راه تاری چراغ بی روغنباد صرصر تو بادخانه شکن
A dark path, a lamp without oil,
The howling cold wind, and you a wind-breaker.
سر بی مغز و پای محکم نیمال همدست و یار محرم نی
A brainless head and no firm foot,
No helper for wealth, and no intimate friend.
خوابگه ساخته ز شاخ درختتا نهاده قدم به جایی سخت
Making a bedchamber from a tree branch,
Until placing a foot on a firm place.
تا ترا اندرین سفر ز گزافباشد اندر خیال خانهٔ لاف
So that in this journey, boastfully,
There might be in your imagination a house of pretense.
شب سر خواب و روز عزم شرابچه کند جز که دین و ملک خراب
Sleep at night and the intent to drink by day,
What can it do but ruin religion and kingdom?
تو به می شاد و آدم اندر بنداینت بد مهر و ناخلف فرزند
You are happy with wine, while man is in chains,
What an ill-tempered and unfilial child you are!
گرچه شادی نمای اول اوستکیسهٔ گم شده معول اوست
Although its first appearance is joyful,
It is the lament of the lost purse.
کو بدین خاکدان و ویران دهکیسه لاغر کنست و تن فربه
For in this dustbin and ruined village,
It makes the purse lean and the body fat.
داند آن کو گشاده رگ باشدکه میان بسته تیزتگ باشد
He knows, who has an open vein,
That the one with a girded loin runs fast.
مرد فربه چو پنج گام برفتهفت عضوش ز چار طبع نهفت
When a fat man walks five steps,
His seven limbs hide from the four temperaments.
تو به چستی حساب از او برگیرچون بپوشند جامهٔ شبگیر
Take account of him with agility,
When they put on the garments of the night-traveler.
که گریبان چو دامن و تیریزعطسه و خوی گرفت و سرفه و تیز
For the collar becomes like the skirt and gusset,
He is seized by sneezing, sweating, coughing, and flatulence.
او سرت را گرفته زیر دو پایتو ز جان ساخته تنش را جای
He has held your head under his two feet,
While you made his body a place for your soul.
تو بدو دین و بخردی دادهاو به تو دیوی و ددی داده
You gave him religion and wisdom,
He gave you deviltry and beastliness.
تو ازو آن خوری که پستی تستو او ز تو آن برد که هستی تست
You consume from him that which is your baseness,
And he takes from you that which is your existence.
عمر دادی به باد از پی میغافلی زین شمار عز علی
You gave your life to the wind for the sake of wine,
You are oblivious of this reckoning of the Exalted Ali.
به نشاط و سماع مشغولیوز سرای بقا تو معزولی
You are occupied with joy and listening to music,
And you are dismissed from the everlasting abode.
فارغ از مرگ و ایمن از گوریمن چه گویم ترا به دل کوری
Unconcerned with death and safe from the grave,
What shall I say to you, O blind of heart?
چنگ در دنیی زبون زده ایدل پاکیزه را به خون زده ای
You have clawed at this base world,
And stained your pure heart with blood.
حبه ای نزد تست کوه احدسیم باید که باشدت لابد
A grain is like Mount Uhud to you,
You must have silver by all means.
ور نباشد خدا و دین باشددیو دنیی چنینت فرماید
And if there is no God and religion,
The demon of the world commands you so.
هیچ خصمت بتر ز دنیا نیستبا که گویم که چشم بینا نیست
No enemy of yours is worse than the world,
To whom shall I say this, when there is no seeing eye?
گل به نزد تو زان فراز آمدکه گلو را به گل نیاز آمد
The flower came near to you from above
Because your throat had need of clay.

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